An Ex-Angel and an Ex-Demon walk into a bar...

[goodeintentions]

Who:inkstainedsword and gunsnotvoodoo
What: Cartoons, food, drunken commiserating about mutual jealousy and past crisis-of-faiths. Attempts to fly via piggybackriding and airstairs.
Where: Some bar in north Griss Twist that has a TV and a nice kitchen, it probably needs a name by now.
When: Tonight, 8th of Maryden
Notes: An open dual-drunktexting post is very likely to come later, trolling will be welcome!
Warnings: Alcohol usage, probably talk of depression and violence (maybe not just the cartoon kind), warnings will be updated if needed.


It wasn't Veerdi, but Aimery had the evening off anyway, due to his bosses celebrating. He wasn't jealous that Lex was no longer interested in his attentions —Aimery would have chosen Veidt, too— but he was jealous that he was alone, missing someone he could scarcely remember while not deserving someone he wanted, and annoyed at himself for not seeing it sooner. He didn't want to think about it, didn't want to spend his night off attending his usual coping method, didn't want to seek some sort of rebound when there was nothing to rebound from.

Aimery wanted lightness, fun, nostalgia, indulgence, and platonic company. So he invited Loki out with the promise of treating him to a buffet of terrible yet delicious food, alcohol if he wanted it, and cartoons assuming he could get them to play the old VHS tape he'd found at the bazaar (his discussion with Loki had piqued his curiosity). Usually the television over the counter played either old horror films or recordings of local sports, depending on the mood of the clientele, but one of the bartenders owed Aimery a favor.

Thus Loki and Aimery found themselves seated at the countertop, having traded the tape for a pair of menus, and waiting for the server to return with their drink order. Aimery already knew what he wanted —mostly to get Loki to eat ridiculous things then laugh at him— but had plenty of commentary for Loki's choices. "You must try doughnuts, they're not the freshest, but still good. Their apple pie is passable as well, have you tried that yet?"

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[gunsnotvoodoo.livejournal.com]

Loki is still healing from his wounds, although he suspects Someone must have had a hand in keeping him safely this side of death's door before he was so unceremoniously (and literally) dropped into Baedal. So although he moves more slowly than he normally would, he's past the constant whining stage and more into the manfully denying that anything hurts stage.

He's also planning on drinking until that's true.

But first, donuts and pies and whatever else Aimery has on the menu, because it's been more than three thousand years since the prohibition against and food and alcohol was handed down, and since discovering himself to be mortal Loki has been just randomly eating whatever food was available at the Inn (and was cheapest). "Fuck yeah, I want to try donuts and apple pie. Hey, we should have a different beer for every different food."

[goodeintentions]

"That sounds like an excellent plan," Aimery grinned back, settling one elbow on the counter then resting his chin on his hand. "A word of caution, however, is that we ought to have at least half a glass of water between them, else tomorrow... tomorrow we'll have headaches to rival our stomachaches at the least."

Not that he intended to eat all that much himself; Aimery was still concerned about working off the pie from the harvest festival. The bartender returned with their first round and Aimery greeted him with a warm smile as he slid the glasses in front of them.

"I think we'll have three donuts-" he interrupted himself to give a knowing glance at Loki, "trust me you'll want more than one- and a slice of apple pie, with plenty of ice cream, please."